November 1, 2149.
A total of four weeks had passed since the start of the training camp.
While the last week would be the ideal time to hunt, Amelia decided to change her course of action.
After all, the situation could vary—a high chance she would have to compete with the others who had the same thoughts as her.
At the moment, she had collected a total of six badges—all from her own class.
For some reason, she had never encountered a single cadet from class B or C.
But that didn't matter.
There was something that was lingering in her mind.
'Where is Brandon?'
For the past month, not once had she ever seen Brandon—even though she had met up with everyone in her group.
It was a curious question—not out of her feelings for him, but genuinely, she wanted to know what the hell he's up to.
In any case, Amelia wasn't worried.
Brandon probably had a plan in mind.
It was just like him.